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It was cold and it was dark, the loose ceiling light was no help. You were curled up in the corner of the dusty room, hugging your knees close to your chest, rocking back and forth. You sniffled, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in your head and on your sides. Your parents locked you down here, you had done nothing wrong and it was not to your benefit. They simply just hated you, you didn’t know why. They said you were worthless, that you shouldn’t have been born, that they knew they should have left you. No, you weren’t a trouble-maker; in fact you were quite kind. You said sorry very often, even when it wasn’t called for. You were only five but you already knew of the horrors of the world you lived in, when these so called ‘parents’ brought you into their home, you thought life was perfect but even now you can’t sugarcoat it. They beat you, sober or buzzed, they were abusive. Your father usually harshly waking you up in the late evenings, drunk out of his mind with your mother watching from the bedroom door. He’d beat you with anything, usually belts and kicks and punches from himself.
You didn’t want to live here anymore but you were so young, you had nowhere to go, no one to contact. Hell, you were allowed outside enough to even see anyone, you were always thrown and locked in the basement of your own home, awaiting in fear for the next round of beatings. You didn’t want these parents anymore, you didn’t care what happened to them, and you…wanted them dead. Usually such dark thoughts weren’t in your head, you try to stay optimistic, but it’s too much now. You silently prayed for death to come quick to these abominations of parents as a tear rolled down your cheek.
Your eyes snapped open when you felt a strange sudden chill run down your spine; it was a miracle wind had even gotten in since there was no window, just the cracks from the basement door. You felt a pair of eyes on you, someone was looking at you, but you were the only one in the basement.
Sore from the recent beating you stretch your numb legs out and look around the basement, and there in the farthest corner of the room you see him. He’s tall, taller than your dad who to you seemed like a giant. His skin was so pale but what was even stranger was that he had no face, no eyes, no mouth, not even a nose. He had on a black suit, a white shirt underneath and a black tie. You didn’t know him, but you have seen him before, in your dreams you had. In your dreams you’d see him hiding behind a tree but you could never catch him, he just disappeared each time you did. Even though you throat was dry you swallowed the lump and decided to speak, “H-Hello?” you ask in almost a whisper. He says nothing but stands there. Then you start to think that maybe it was just a doll or a joke. You muster all your strength into your tired sore legs and stand up, wobbling for a moment before regaining your balance.
Slowly, you tip toe over to him, hands sweaty from nervousness. “Hello, s-sir?” you ask again and still you got no response. Now you were only 6 steps away from the tall man when you saw his hand slowly start to rise and he came closer to you. You were so scared; you couldn’t move you were frozen in place. You shut your eyes, expecting a hit from the tall man but only felt him poke the center of your forehead. Caught a little off guard your hands cover your forehead, “Ow, why did you do that mister?” you ask, rubbing your forehead and checking your hands to see if there was anything on them. “Well how else are we supposed to talk young one?” a voice asks in your head. It’s low and actually very soothing and calming. “Oh, you do talk, that’s nice.” You compliment. “So, why are you here? D-Do you know my parents?” You nervously ask, recalling your parents. “Why I’m here? I’m here for you (Y/N); I was hoping we could play together.” His voice says sweetly in your head and you crack a smile. You never really played with anything except your (H/L) (H/C) and the lady bugs and ants that sometimes found their way into the basement. “Play, you mean play outside? But my parents might get angry and might try to hurt you and I don’t want that…” you said softly, losing your enthusiasm. “Oh its fine, I’m sure they won’t mind.” He cheerfully says. You noticed that he was kneeling so he kind of faced you. “But I-“, you stopped and looked down. His long pale hand had taken your smaller (S/T) hands into his, you didn’t mind, it was the most comforting touch you had felt in a long time.
“Don’t you trust me (Y/N)?” He asks a hint of hurt in his tone. Sure you had just met him but you did trust him, he actually showed compassion towards you. “Well sure, I guess.” You say, looking up at his featureless face. “Then come with me, you could meet my friends and we can play together.” It did sound very much promising; smiling you nodded happily and gave your consent. And when you did so, light filled the room and the basement door seemed to magically open. You watched your new friend stand but he was too tall and your hand could only grasp his middle finger and he led you out of the basement, pass the kitchen and towards the open front door.
He kept you distracted by telling you stories of the others he lived with, to distract you from seeing the bloody mess in the living room, where he had brutally murdered your parents, ripping their limbs from their torsos and impaling them with his hidden tentacles, leaving them to bleed to the death while he talked to you.
It seemed like only a minute until you reached the edge of the woods, it was nighttime so it was dark, the light of the moon was shielded by the clouds. You were a little skeptical about entering the woods blindly, but you trusted him. You just wondered what your parents would think when they realized you were gone.
You didn’t want to live here anymore but you were so young, you had nowhere to go, no one to contact. Hell, you were allowed outside enough to even see anyone, you were always thrown and locked in the basement of your own home, awaiting in fear for the next round of beatings. You didn’t want these parents anymore, you didn’t care what happened to them, and you…wanted them dead. Usually such dark thoughts weren’t in your head, you try to stay optimistic, but it’s too much now. You silently prayed for death to come quick to these abominations of parents as a tear rolled down your cheek.
Your eyes snapped open when you felt a strange sudden chill run down your spine; it was a miracle wind had even gotten in since there was no window, just the cracks from the basement door. You felt a pair of eyes on you, someone was looking at you, but you were the only one in the basement.
Sore from the recent beating you stretch your numb legs out and look around the basement, and there in the farthest corner of the room you see him. He’s tall, taller than your dad who to you seemed like a giant. His skin was so pale but what was even stranger was that he had no face, no eyes, no mouth, not even a nose. He had on a black suit, a white shirt underneath and a black tie. You didn’t know him, but you have seen him before, in your dreams you had. In your dreams you’d see him hiding behind a tree but you could never catch him, he just disappeared each time you did. Even though you throat was dry you swallowed the lump and decided to speak, “H-Hello?” you ask in almost a whisper. He says nothing but stands there. Then you start to think that maybe it was just a doll or a joke. You muster all your strength into your tired sore legs and stand up, wobbling for a moment before regaining your balance.
Slowly, you tip toe over to him, hands sweaty from nervousness. “Hello, s-sir?” you ask again and still you got no response. Now you were only 6 steps away from the tall man when you saw his hand slowly start to rise and he came closer to you. You were so scared; you couldn’t move you were frozen in place. You shut your eyes, expecting a hit from the tall man but only felt him poke the center of your forehead. Caught a little off guard your hands cover your forehead, “Ow, why did you do that mister?” you ask, rubbing your forehead and checking your hands to see if there was anything on them. “Well how else are we supposed to talk young one?” a voice asks in your head. It’s low and actually very soothing and calming. “Oh, you do talk, that’s nice.” You compliment. “So, why are you here? D-Do you know my parents?” You nervously ask, recalling your parents. “Why I’m here? I’m here for you (Y/N); I was hoping we could play together.” His voice says sweetly in your head and you crack a smile. You never really played with anything except your (H/L) (H/C) and the lady bugs and ants that sometimes found their way into the basement. “Play, you mean play outside? But my parents might get angry and might try to hurt you and I don’t want that…” you said softly, losing your enthusiasm. “Oh its fine, I’m sure they won’t mind.” He cheerfully says. You noticed that he was kneeling so he kind of faced you. “But I-“, you stopped and looked down. His long pale hand had taken your smaller (S/T) hands into his, you didn’t mind, it was the most comforting touch you had felt in a long time.
“Don’t you trust me (Y/N)?” He asks a hint of hurt in his tone. Sure you had just met him but you did trust him, he actually showed compassion towards you. “Well sure, I guess.” You say, looking up at his featureless face. “Then come with me, you could meet my friends and we can play together.” It did sound very much promising; smiling you nodded happily and gave your consent. And when you did so, light filled the room and the basement door seemed to magically open. You watched your new friend stand but he was too tall and your hand could only grasp his middle finger and he led you out of the basement, pass the kitchen and towards the open front door.
He kept you distracted by telling you stories of the others he lived with, to distract you from seeing the bloody mess in the living room, where he had brutally murdered your parents, ripping their limbs from their torsos and impaling them with his hidden tentacles, leaving them to bleed to the death while he talked to you.
It seemed like only a minute until you reached the edge of the woods, it was nighttime so it was dark, the light of the moon was shielded by the clouds. You were a little skeptical about entering the woods blindly, but you trusted him. You just wondered what your parents would think when they realized you were gone.
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...*starts crying*....
That poor poor child.
Let me hug her!!!
Pay no attention to people saying slendy can't be good,we don't really know what happens to those kids.he could be an amazing person and you did a good job of showing that while keeping him terrifying!